These Mountains Always Call Me Back 


  

There is never a day that I don’t wish I was in the Blueridge Mountains drinking coffee and chasing sunsets. They are a treasury of some of my greatest memories. There are trees there that still whisper of campfire songs and nights of endless laughter.

I feel more at home there than anywhere else in this world.

Time away 

There are some days where the world is just crushing my shoulders with its weight. Where the sadness is undeniable and unsuppressable. Where life just needs a quick escape route.

I find that on days like these a little time spent in a place you love with a good cup of coffee and a moment of prayer can really give you the small push you need to avoid just giving up and leaving it all behind.

“I’m tired, I’m worn, my heart is heavy… From the work it takes to keep on breathing… But I know that You will give me rest, when I cry out with all that I have left..”

(Pictures and writing by me – song by Tenth Avenue North) 

The last of my Fall

   
    
 
Yesterday was my birthday, and as such, we stole away to the mountains for one last Autumn hurrah. 

The journey there was beautiful. We passed hills upon hills littered with richly colored trees and nestled under blankets of green grass. 

I loved it. 

However, our time in the mountains was not meant to be. 

As soon as we entered the world I love so much the car decided it was done with all the driving and gave up.

We were left huddled together on the second overlook heading south waiting for our rescue but dreading having to leave. 

Even so, yesterday was a wonderful birthday. At the very least, I got to peak at the mountains before they lost all their colorful accessories. 

I am content. 🙂 

October by Robert Frost

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O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
(Photography by me and poem by Robert Frost)